Sally squinted her eyes and asked. That dangerous smile made Roddy's mouth twitch. He quickly said, "That's not what I meant. After all, I haven't been influenced by the nobility. There are many things that I can't appreciate …"
"Alright, alright. Look at your wooden face. I was just teasing you and you took it seriously. Don't you men like to compete in martial arts or horse racing? But there are no such activities after the war. It will be two months later."
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Speaking of this, Sally suddenly thought of something and said seriously, "A few days ago, Bishop Benjamin wrote a letter and asked about the impact on the parish in the future. I haven't replied yet. What do you think I should say?"
Roddy thought for a while and asked, "Have you ever thought about … what is the Rose Cross to the whole ruling class?"
Sally was also troubled by this problem. "In the past, the Rose Cross was my protective umbrella. It helped me avoid a lot of trouble and got rid of a lot of enemies. But now that I'm in this position, I feel that a power that I can't control is very unsettling … It's not like the nobility, but it's more troublesome than the nobility. We've funded them a lot, but now we're on tenterhooks. This feeling makes me very uncomfortable. "
"Religion is dead, but people are alive." Roddy took a sip of tea. "Actually, when you delegated power to the cabinet, you should have realized the advantage of your identity … You're both a Duke and a priest. Although the Rose Cross Church will not allow a duke to become a viceroy, you will have a legitimate identity to come into contact with the church's ruling class. Do you know what this means? "
Sally's eyes gradually lit up. She realized that she had walked into a dead end before. It was indeed narrow-minded to look at the problem as a "Duke" or a "priest". And Roddy's meaning was obvious. Since the Rose Cross could become an obstacle to Efta's development, why not completely bring the church under his control?
When the governors, regional bishops, clergy management, and military power were all under his control, what difference did it make who the pope was?
"I think I understand …" Sally nodded, but then she made a face at Roddy, "I didn't expect a blockhead like you to have such a deep understanding of politics. Tell me, have you already schemed against me?"
With that said, Sally reached out to strangle Roddy's neck playfully. Roddy cooperated and shouted, "Lord Duke, please spare my life." However, he realized that Sally had unknowingly hung onto his body. His nostrils were filled with her sweet scent. Roddy gradually stopped his actions and reached out to push aside her messy blonde hair. This distance was perfect for him to kiss her with his eyes closed. Apparently, that was what Sally intended to do …
"Wait, someone's coming."
Roddy's voice made Sally open her eyes angrily. But then this Duke realized that Roddy did not mean to interrupt them, because his face suddenly became serious.
Roddy's "environmental sensitivity" allowed him to hear the slightly hurried footsteps outside the house. He gently helped Sally up, and the two of them tidied up their slightly wrinkled robes. When they turned their heads, the servant outside the house just happened to enter the hall with both hands holding a letter.
"Prime Minister, an urgent letter from Elsen City."
Seeing the pure red envelope in the servant's hand, Roddy realized that this was probably not a small matter. The person who sent the letter could only be Camilla. Using a red envelope that represented the most urgent situation meant that there was a problem that even she could not solve.
Tearing open the letter, Roddy only took a few glances before his brows furrowed tightly.
The knuckles of his thumb that was holding the letter were white. It was obvious that he was not calm at the moment. Sally came over curiously and also covered her mouth in shock at the contents of the letter. "This, this is real? Then Tasman's … "
"I'll go take care of it immediately. Don't let anyone know what happened." The flames on Roddy's fingertips burned the letter to ashes on the spot. This skillful control shocked Sally. "This matter is very important. It may involve more things."
Roddy held her hand. He knew that his original plan to stay a few more days with her was ruined. Just as he was about to say something, Sally patted his chest and said, "Go quickly! When you're done, don't forget to come find me. "
At this time, any reply was unnecessary. Roddy directly bid farewell with a deep kiss. After he left, Sally, who was left in the hall, finally sighed, her gaze unusually lonely.
*****
"Sylvia! Welcome to Elsen, this will be the greatest city of the High Elves in the future! "
Who said that? Ah … It was said by the senior who greeted her when she arrived here after graduating from the academy in her hometown.
Senior …
Oh, and Khadgar.
Khadgar was a teacher who always had a gentle smile on his face. Sometimes he spoke mysteriously, but as the greatest Grand Arcanist who invented the Rechargeable Crystal, his profound knowledge and powerful arcana level would always be a mountain that she had to look up to.
Sylvia felt that she had recalled a lot of things, including the various aspects of Elson, the details of her life here — the first time she broke a potion bottle in the lab, the tall senior confessed to her in the library …
The original mottled and fragmented memories had an order. The peaceful days were suddenly broken by the battle report from afar — the arrival of the "war" made the atmosphere in Elsen heavy. News of "Orcs", "demons", "city fall" came one after another, and then …
The enemy came.
Countless Orcs attacked the city in a frenzy. The light of the floating space tower never stopped, but the enemies died one after another, as if there was no end to them …
Turing!
This name suddenly appeared in her mind, reminding Sylvia of Khadgar's mixed expression of joy and fear when he saw Turing controlling the city to attack.
And then …
All of a sudden, the color of the memories changed — the roaring Orcs, the stiff human bodies, the surrounding infected beasts, and the arcane spells cast by Turing's hands mixed into a bright red picture. As the scenes flashed by, Sylvia let out a cry —
And so, she finally woke up from her coma.
"This is … a nightmare?"
Like a drowning person suddenly coming ashore, the feeling of suffocation still lingered in her consciousness. Sylvia looked around blankly and realized that she was in the laboratory that she usually managed in the Pasha Magic Tower.
"Phew … the Orcs haven't attacked yet."
She touched her chest and subconsciously muttered a few words. Then she suddenly stopped — because she found that she did not feel a heartbeat under her palm.
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